Nemorous

@nemorous.bsky.social

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Humbled by the natural world. Advocate of bully breeds and democratic socialism. Ally 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍🌈 She/Her 🇨🇦 😷

"Nostalgia makes hallowed ground from mundane places." Caroline George, The Summer We Forgot
... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress. Holly Black
Sometimes I think we all have embedded in the brain a personal place like a home we’ve lost that lingers in our skulls, and a pantheon of people who so imprinted us when we were young that we see everyone after in contrast. Jane Alison
A young girl sits on a swing, gazing upwards; she is bathed in soft, golden sunlight.
A woman in a white beach cover-up sits on a sand dune, head tilted back with a joyful expression.
A woman reading sits on a tatami mat in a tea room with a low wooden table set for tea. A large window reveals a misty seascape and distant islands.
Josh @iwearaonesie How people walk when they're: DATING *holding hands* ENGAGED *arms locked* MARRIED *one person is 5 feet in front of the other and yelling back at them for parking so far away* 3:38 PM, Dec 17, 2017
Anxiety is literally just conspiracy theories about yourself Matthew the human trash bag (@trashythisis) May 20, 2018
Minimalist interior with woven artwork, a tea tray, and a wooden bench set against a beige wall. A cabinet with open shelving holds a ceramic vase and bowl.
Black and white image of a serious- looking Christopher Walken wearing a suit. His quote: "I'm better off not socializing. I make a better impression if l'm not around."
Eize Basa It's so wild that there are people who can identify cars by sight. Like instead of "brown truck" or "grey sedan" everywhere they go they're all "that Mazda Myopia is turning left beside the 2017 Chevy Stigmata". It must be like seeing those colors only shrimp can see.
kimmy @ka_ waltz I don't care for math. if a number wants to get different that's none of my business
@drivingmemadi an escape room, but it's just your thoughts. good luck
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, speaking indifferently to him who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? Robert Hayden, Collected Poems
Artist Annie Woodford "Lichen landscape- porcelain, oxide, bone china, wax, found material, watercolour, graphite on board." Artistic composition on gray background featuring white and gray coral-like textures, branches, and abstract organic forms.
@jordan_stratton My parents never allowed violent video games. Just family-friendly board games with questions like, "Who murdered this guy with a pipe?"
A translucent glass bowl with a textured, cracked surface sits on a grey table against a dark background. A technique called ice crack locks the cracks in the glass.
Joe Heenan @joeheenan My daughter: Can I go to my friend's house? Me: Take your phone & text me every 20 minutes to tell me you're ok Me when I was 10: I'm off to the abandoned quarry with my pals Mum: Dinner's at 5
Hannah's Gift by Maria Housden Compassion does not feel sorry in the face of suffering; it knows that all suffering is its own. When we recognize this connection between us and everyone else, we know that we belong to each other; we do not suffer alone.
Artist: Hongjun Park Three handcrafted wooden bowls with intricate carved patterns that resemble leaf designs.
Before coffee: I want to die After coffee: Alright! Let's buy the rope Rachel McCartney @RachelMComedy
Tweet by Lynn Burton: "My ability to stay conscious once the nurse begins to draw blood." Meme of Spongebob rising from a chair, looking tired. Text overlay: "Aight imma head out."
As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges-green waves and billows- became full of fine atoms of summer. The Pageant of Summer by Richard Jefferies
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden Grief is a most peculiar thing: we`re so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
@GrantTanaka Txt from wife: where r u Me:kitchen Wife:can u feed cat M:I mean garage W:bring in laundry M:bathroom W:clean toilet M:ldaho W:get potatos
A kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
Depression isn't just pain it's also perception. Inside it you feel it will last forever. That's what makes it lethal. Mental health stigma = thinking an illness is really an emotion. Anxiety is not ‘nervous’ any more than starvation is ‘hungry’. Matt Haig
There’s a Young Man Dressed in Blue by Fabio Amabili There's something only those born and raised in a seaside town can understand, something indecipherable to others. Only we have this constant dialogue with this dimension rooted in our souls. The other, liquid half of the world, always there, reminding us, at every moment, of the possibility of an elsewhere.
Five perfume bottles with gold caps labeled "Pour Moiré" are displayed outdoors among colorful flower petals, oranges, peaches, and lush green foliage.
I can't think of anything that brings me closer to tears than when my old dog—completely exhausted after a hard day in the field—limps away from her nice spot in front of the fire and comes over to where I'm sitting and puts her head in my lap, a paw over my knee, and closes her eyes, and goes back to sleep. I don't know what I've done to deserve that kind of friend. Gene Hill
What Is the Grass: Walt Whitman in My Life by Mark Doty We know that energy cannot be destroyed, but goes shape-shifting through the world. What was once in some portion that star is me now and later I may be some strong supporting cells in the neck of an August lily, or the glint in the stem of a new-blown piece of glass. If our lot is mutability of form, then why be surprised that our energies might not be refracted and recurrent in the world.
Alfie & Me: What Owls Know, What Humans Believe by Carl Safina But if we can have faith in anything and feel certain that our faith is well placed, my faith is in the living. The religion that is followed is not religion. What is prayed is not prayer. Neither is what is spoken to be believed. What lives and how we live: that is religion. To be bound in relation, purest religion. Show me what you are qrateful for, and I wil know what vou believe. All routes to connection converge toward compassion; all arrive at an empowering humility, Migrant birds etching sunset skies, the harbor's humble clams, the long rhythms of whales in the seasons of fishes, these special owls in their leafy abode-. In grand spectacle and subtlest detail, nature is scripture unscripted. The many joined universes above, below, and beside offer us ample fuel for igniting religious experience. Alfie and I live the shared prayer.
Ann Lamott, Somehow: Thoughts on Love Years ago my friend Caroline found a small frog in a shower that was being remodeled, so she picked it up and carried it in her cupped hands to the wet grass outside. The frog leaping in terror against her hands as she held it probably did not understand the quiet comforting words she spoke to it along the way. I think this is one of the best examples of how love operates when we are most afraid and doomed, carrying us to a safer place while we pound against its cupped hands.
When we were children on Aunt Nancy’s farm in Virginia, we seven cousins used in the summer to sleep on cots under the trees. Last night I sat looking out the double doors of my studio, watching fireflies and remembering those sultry southern nights. The summer nights I was remembering—the soft, not-quite dark air, the smells of earth and trees and sometimes skunks, the company of cousins, the safety of being one of many children, the sheer sensuous pleasure of sleeping under the stars— joined the night in the studio, bearing the linkage of years and years of nights, and swelled into a rare, entire happiness. Yield: The Journal of an Artist Anne Truitt
Three minimalist wooden vases of varying heights hold delicate, dried lunaria branches with translucent, coin-shaped leaves against a neutral backdrop.
A whimsical four hundred-year-old English white cottage with a thatched roof, wooden door, and picket fence. Colorful flowers and greenery frame the home.
A floral-patterned children's robe with green leaves hangs on a wooden hanger, set against a soft, neutral background with a wooden feather decor.
@lindawg my friend has an asshole cat named bart & everytime she talks about him it's like an abusive husband. wdym it's going to "set off" bart if you get home late
@mauraquint.bsky.social there is a 3 year old sitting behind me on the bus who's exclaimed "THAT LADY HAS BIRD HAIR" and "THE BIG FAT GUY IS LEAVING' and now I'm frozen afraid to move like deer trying to blend into the forest when a predator nears
Tweet by @canicula: anyone else address their pets as sir/ma'am but not as in a term of respect but more like, a buffet employee frantically trying to stop a customer from grabbing food with their bare hands?
Bronze sculpture of a langur (leaf-eating monkey) by artist Nichola Theakston.
Wooden sculpture by Fumiya Watanabe. A wooden figure sits with her knees bent and tucked close to her body, head bowed, and hair flowing up toward the sky. ​
Scandinavian design by Steve Brüün. A minimalist table setting which includes 2 white mugs, a pair of eggs sitting in square wooden egg holders, and 1 spoon adorn a light-colored wooden table. Additionally, a white kettle and white bowl sit on a darker wooden block atop the table. On the wall above, a free-floating, light-colored wooden shelf holds a wooden vase with a flower sprig, a wooden tchotchke, and 3 light-colored rocks.
Close-up of clay doll with blunt bangs, rosy cheeks, and closed eyes. White birds adorn her hair while golden flowers adorn her body. Clay artist Akiko Takahashi
Black and white photo: A bride stands in a narrow arched hallway with a pendant light overhead. She is veiled and wearing a V-shaped backless gown with draping from the shoulders and she is holding a bouquet. Her back is to the camera.
Jeff Bridges in "Against All Odds", 1984. He is tanned, shirtless, and wearing white linen pants.
@mauraquint.bsky.social "there is a 3 year old sitting behind me on the bus who's exclaimed "THAT LADY HAS BIRD HAIR" and "THE BIG FAT GUY IS LEAVING' and now I'm frozen afraid to move like deer trying to blend into the e forest when a predator nears"
"anyone else address their pets as sir/ma’am but not as in a term of respect but more like, a buffet employee frantically trying to stop a customer from grabbing food with their bare hands?" @canicula
A children's sage green pinafore dress with an embroidered brown and white bird sitting on a branch with blue flowers and green leaves.
A Sea Wolf with a copper, tan, and black coat walks among seaweed on the shoreline in British Columbia, Canada.
Watercolor painting of a brown, black, and white hedgehog among leaves by artist Kelly Florence of Florence and Fauna.
Three cherry wood "coffee scoops" carved into animal shapes by artist Dan the Woodland Carver. 1. Long Tailed tit in the Hawthorn Tree, 2. Red Squirrel, 3. The Mouse on the Mushroom.
Artwork of a dog with a tri-color face (copper, black, and white) and a white body with two patches of copper and black. One ear points straight up and the other ear is curled forward.
A lilac wreath in watercolor by botantical artist artjin1214.
Colorful butterfly art by Elisabeth Hays
"Kelly", a custom-made doll with black hair, large eyes, and a tiny mouth. She is wearing a black dress and holding a black parasol.
A young American Bulldog with a brindle coat, white chest, and a black face is lying on the grass and staring into the camera, with his tongue hanging out.
Creepy Santa doll peers menacingly from behind a lace curtain. Red dripping text reads, "You better watch out!"
Colorful paper botanical art of a butterfly and feather by artist Ann Wood.